About A Boy

Another poem about a boy

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1. Nice

He was

Nice

I don't know what it was about him

 

His hands

Ice

And he always held mine in his

 

His words

Murderous

And yet I was never scared

 

My eyes

Blurryness

Transfixed on his face unprepared

 

My mind

Enticed

When I walked in his wake

 

Because he was

Nice

And I couldn't fine a reason why

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